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misstree she caterwauls along with everything
when she's drunk
which is always
and she giggles like an idiot
and squeaks like her chihuahas
and always must be the center of everything
and she's not a drama queen
(if she were, she wouldn't survive),
but she's so needy, sometimes i think
that's the sound of the universe
being sucked into her vacant little head
and her hollow little heart
and it revulses me to near violence,
but this is a nearly-left step
in a nasty little stray_cat_gauntlet.
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